I know not why I do this.
I wonder why I write
I could never do it
Thoughts of you come like a sprite.

You brought so much happiness
Made me joyful and gay
Aprreciated what I wrote always
Encouraged me in every way.

You inspired me to write
And put my thoughts here
But for how long will this go on
Soon you won't be, to care.

Whom would I write for
And who would I write about
My pen will become dry
And my sky covered with cloud.

So wherever you are
Please read what I write
Your comments are so precious
Filling my life with light.

I am so much gloomed
I am in much sorrow.
I wonder often at times 
What'd happen when you go?

But for your memories
I'd have nothing to write
No one to read this stuff
None to appreciate what I write.

But I'd keep writing
Reminiscing about you.
And your presence around me
What else can I do?

Your memories are so many
And so are your word,
I would keep writing about them
You made me a bard.

When you can spare some time
Just read what I write
'Cause these are all dedicated to you
My lovely, little sprite.